So what [ft. BELLVADEAR]

here we go again, I hate it when you make me get the pen,

Know again, I have nothing to gain from this sin, why I do this?

Well the moment when, i was born all I do is write with a grin,

Notice when i do this service, i feel the souls from within,

Its like I'm connected to the Gods, how i can make it flood,

And if they doubt the mission, i can be plague for the blood,

I love it, it's my bliss, it's an itch, a love, a kiss, my drug,

Above, with this, I'm addicted, it flows, within, my blood, unplugged,

And if the man don't like it I'll convert him like Ab to Ham,

And if his mind's scared of the work i know i am who i am,

The alpha and omega, word giver of life in the land,

And when my breath flows the world can turn into a gem or sand,

In short there's a connection whenever we kick back, why

don't you get that? The chill in the air how you don't sense that? High

On the spirit, the vibe, i felt that, can't go a day a beat,

Need to listen to feel complete, If I dont feel oblique,

My system go wack and crack, i might even feel obsolete,

I can't eat cant sleep just weep in the backseat and if

I don't get my medicine my monster gets unleashed,

I go full mental, makin a mess like gluttony at a feast,

The equivalent exchange is the best way to stop the beast,

Without it im sick facing death, it's the doctor that that leaves

My body with no stress oh yes, it's the collar to my schemes,

 

I put heart and soul into every verse so many ways to say things, flip, switch, and reverse.

Got the will and the skill, always keep it real, they got opinions but I'ma do me still.

Me without rhymes is like playing Poker with no ace, drinking firewater with no chase.

This passion ignites me, makes me alive, it's exciting, they tell me I'ma psycho, ok maybe just slightly.

Some say I should change and do this that for their liking but I don't give a smart ass comments to these typo writings.

I don't need a stage an audience or mic all I needs my pen and pad creates and shares insights.

The path chose us not vice versa believe what ya will kudo's to whatever serves ya.

We have fun with these puzzles and connecting bars, hooks on beats, we ball so hard.

Take over the booths and rock freestyles, throw a mix together like we make our own compiles.

So many variations of raw emotion but poems help cope with whatever lemon's life;s throwing, just use those seeds, plant then grow em.

I hope you all can find the same peace we have take this life for all it's got and never hold you back.

Let it go but don't be frozen, winter always falls then it's bloom time for the roses.

I wish the same comfort and relief to ya'll that this gives us no matter what you put into it's always good enough.

Sometimes it gives you power to speak as you please other times painful hurts down on your knees sometimes you laugh and smile or tease either way what you feel is yours to speak as you please.

We spend so much time and energy making things perfect trying to discover or hide what's under the surface.

This is more than a way to cope deal with things or just crack jokes heal your insides from what's been broke.

There's enough paper for everyone here pull up a sheet, borrow my pencil if yours is outta reach, imagination takes you anywhere you wanna see.

A miracle for us who thought we couldn't be saved, stuck on PTSD like to ourselves were enslaved.

So don't ever for a moment think you have no way to make it cuz when push comes to shove you either push back or take it.

Take all those ugly o'pen'ions tell em to shove it, cuz this here is amazing that's why we love it.